I try to huddle under a borrowed sweater. My legs, my body is pulled under the table. As far under the table I force myself to go, and yet Jack Frost can still reach me.
My fingers grow numb, I can't type with a sweater pulled over my fingers. My palm is like a slab of ice ... it's too cold.
Can I start a fire in here? Maybe suggest a radiator to put in the office?
Anyway, why is the temperature so low? Am I the only one freezing over here? Or am I just imagining things? People! It's a frickin' igloo in here! Why the heck aren't you wearing your sweaters or jackets or whatever keeps you warm at night?
Oh ... yeah.
You probably have someone to cuddle with during these chilly nights.
Bummer.
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